His eyes hurt.
The drops make him angry.
The oral antibiotic does nasty things to his intestines.
And his skin is sucking.
But really?
He is mostly happy and even tempered and wanting to keep busy.
In a napless drive mama crazy fashion.
Given all that we are making the best of it.
Hanging out in the back yard where the snow is fresh and clean
(he is looking like such a big boy here)
'Makin snowmans' is a very favourite activity.
The only thing ranking higher is the beheading that soon follows.
In imaginary play land there is much work this holiday season for the fire chief.
Checking the baked goods and watching the tree for sudden ignition is a priority.
And of course there is the obligatory Christmas shopping
(commonly called get mama and baby who won't nap out of the house before she loses her ever loving mind)Today dude was not impressed that the play place was out of bounds.
But really, who wants my infectious kid sliming his way around a public play place?
And Santa?
We watched him from afar
actually saw him giving other kids candy canes
from the little basket in his hand.
Ben really wanted a candy cane.
But again?
Santa covered in pink eye slime?
Not so popular with the other mama's in line I'm thinking.
And he so would have screamed.
Tomorrow more snow arrives.
Packing snow.
First thing in the morning
we are heading by sled up to the grocery store
to buy a nice big carrot nose of course.






1 comment:
Santa...check. Ben...check. Visible eyes... two. You are ahead of us I think!
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